Living here is really great. There are five other people who live here, and while my husband might be from Mars, and I might be from Venus, I am not sure where my kids are from. Yeah, heaven and all that stuff, but sometimes, I'm just like, "Where are you from?" "Are you new here?" Like they don't know where their bedrooms are, because I say, Put That In Your Bedroom and five minutes later it's on the stairs. That is not the bedroom, that is the stairs. And I feel a little crazy explaining that to 13 and 15 year olds. My ten year old knows where his bedroom is. He doesn't know where his feet are. Today I came in from my run and on the Kitchen Counter are about 4 pairs of rolled up dirty socks. I cannot explain this. Either my husband had a Meltdown Moment and gathered up all the socks from the floors and put them there so they would be noticed and put away Before Mommy Gets Home or the kids are losing it. I just want to walk
balancing life, work, and family